Page 4 of Spring Fling

My hand stills in its exploration of Abbi’s drenched pussy. I think I felt something at the tip where her clit is. I suck in oxygen as my heart starts to run a fucking sprint in my chest. Does my girl have a ... I free my hands and fall to my knees, spinning her by the hips. Without any finesse, I grip the waist band of her skirt and panties and rip them down her legs, tearing them in my haste.

Her bare pussy glistens and my cock leaks at the sight. Fucking gorgeous. I gently put pressure on her thighs, widening her stance, then use my thumbs to part her folds.

HOLY MOTHERFUCKING HELL.

The hood above the little nub at the top of her pussy is pierced by a vertical bar, decorated on both ends with twin jeweled daisy flowers. It’s so fucking sexy, I barely notice the rush of jealousy at the thought of someone else being near what’s mine.

I’m barely hanging on, so close to exploding that my pants are a sticky mess inside. With a great deal of effort, I drag my eyes up over her flat belly, her large, coral tipped tits, her plump, kiss swollen mouth, to her ocean blue eyes. She’s biting her lip and staring at me apprehensively. Is she afraid I don’t like it?

With a piercing like this, I would normally assume the girl has some, if not a lot, of experience in the bedroom. But, seeing her expression now, I’m convinced my initial impression was right. The problem is, I can’t get the fucking words out to reassure her because I’m strung so tight trying to get control over myself.

The best course of action seems to be showing her what her little surprise does to me. My gaze drops once again and I lean in, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. Her scent wraps around me and when I open them up, I take in the pink flesh, slick with her juices, her clit swollen and adorned with sparkle.

The first slide of my tongue has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and she whimpers. She tastes fucking delicious, I could happily feast on her pussy for every meal, for the rest of my life. I can’t stop myself from coming a little as I dive back in. I lick her thoroughly, but avoid the metal and its needy companion, instead going around it but never quite touching.

Abbi’s legs wobble and her hands hold onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle almost painfully, but I don’t mind since it helps me to keep a lid on my orgasm.

“That’s—it feels—oh my ... oh yes,” she’s moans. My eyes wander to her face and it’s awash with pleasure, her lids closed, and her head tilted down. I don’t think she even realizes she’s saying these things out loud. She whimpers when I continue to circle around the hood piercing. “Please, noooooo, more. A little closer. Please, Logan.”

When the sound of my name drops from her lips, I can’t tease her anymore. I need to taste her as she comes on my tongue. I flick the piercing with the tip of my tongue and she cries out. After a few more, I finally suck it into my mouth and that’s all it takes. She explodes, screaming my name. I cover her pussy with my mouth, drinking down every drop of her orgasm. Sweet peaches and woman, they should fucking bottle this stuff. Then I think better of that. No, I don’t want anyone else knowing the sweetness of Abbi’s pussy.

I lick and suck until she’s relatively grounded, but her legs are still a little shaky. As I stand, I grip her hips to old her steady and realize my own knees are a little weak.

Glancing down, I’m stunned to see the giant wet spot on the crotch of my pants. Fucking hell. I just came like a damn teenager eating pussy for the first time. However, unlike my hormonal younger self, I’m still hard as a fucking baseball bat.

I scoop Abbi up and lay her on the bed before helping her remove her bra. She’s languid and relaxed from coming and I want to savor the sight of her spread out before me, but I need to clean up first.

“Don’t move, baby. I’ll be right back.” I tap the tip of her nose then run the finger down her face, through the valley of her tits, and around her belly button. I grin when her quick inhale tells me she’s ticklish. In a hurry, I strip as I walk toward the bathroom and throw my clothes in a hamper. After taking care of everything, I saunter back into the bedroom and over to my beautiful girl.

She’s turned on her side and curled in a little, shielding her nudity. Her eyes are glued to my manhood and a sweet blush spreads across her cheeks. She smiles shyly at me as I climb on the bed. I give her a stern look and gently pry her hands away then roll her over onto her back.

“Don’t hide from me, Abbi. You’re fucking gorgeous and I want to see all of you.”

She swallows hard and takes a deep breath, then spreads out her arms and legs so she is completely open to me. Her eyes again stray to my cock, it’s long and large, the angry purple head already leaking more cum. There is a little fear and I rush to reassure her. “It will fit,” I say with a small chuckle. Then I sober, “I promise to go slow, baby. I’ll make it good for you, ok?”

“OK,” she agrees, looking up into my gaze. “Um, I should probably tell you. I hope it won’t make a difference, but—um, I’ve never done this before.”

I had guessed that she was a virgin, but I’m surprised as a new set of feelings invade my body. Pride at being the one to pop her cherry, possessiveness, and a foreign emotion that I don’t examine too closely.

“It should change things,” I admit. “But, for some reason, I have no will power with you, Abbi. I need to be your first, to pop your sweet cherry. To be where no man has ever been or ever will—“ I stop suddenly, mentally banging my head into a wall? What am I thinking? After this week, we’ll both return to our normal lives and never see each other again. “I mean, make sure no man will ever compare to me.” The last few words are spoken through clenched teeth. The thought of some motherfucker getting between my Abbi’s legs has rage quickly building inside me.

I shake my head minutely, dragging my focus back into the moment. Maneuvering myself over her, I settle between her thighs and lower until we are skin to skin from chest to pelvis. My dick nestles into her, bathed in heat and already becoming slippery with her arousal. “Fuck, you feel good,” I groan.

My head lowers and I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, biting gently. Her back arches off the bed and I fit in more of her breast, as much as I can fit. Each globe is large and round, so much more than a mouthful. Pulling deep, I suck until I’m confident I’ve left my mark on her, then switch sides and do the same.

“Logan,” she moans. My name sounds like pure sex in her husky voice and I can’t wait any longer to sink inside her.

“Are you on birth control?” The question pops out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. To my shock, please say yes. Pease say yes, is chanting I my mind.

Abbi shakes her head. “You don’t have protection?”

I sigh. “I do. I just ... I want to feel you bare.” I’m as thrown by this admission as she is. I drop my head and press our foreheads together. “Don’t know what it is about you but I can’t stand the thought of something us.” Tilting my head back up, I stare into her blue pools. “I’m clean. I get checked regularly and I’ve never fucked without a condom. Besides, I haven’t been with anyone for a few months.”

“Really?” she gasps.

I shrug, “I was busy. And, you’re the first woman in a while who has caught my interest.”

Her smile lights up her whole face and I decide to put that expression on her face every day. Every day this week. For fucks sake, what is that?

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